The Iola register., 1887-01-21

capsized sgain. and thr,e times upset snd
was righted, and . line was thrown the
poor fellows, but their hands and arms
wcrc frozen % they could not grasp It and
Q great wave rolled over them, and they
went down, never to nse TIL the sea gives
up its dead. Appreciate that heroism and
self-sacrifice Of the brave fellows we all
can, and can we not appreciate the Christ
who put on: in more biting cold and into
q more overwhelming surge to bring us
ont Of infinite peril into everlasting safety
The wave Of human hate rolled over Him
on one side, and the wave Of hellish fury
rolled over Him on the other side. Oh, the
thickness Of tho night and the thunder Of
the tempest iato which Christ plunged for
Our rescue!
Come IN on that one narrow beam, the
beam Of the cross. Let all else 60 and
cling to that Put that under you, and
with the earnestness Of . swimmer strug-
g.ing for his life put out for the shore.
There is . grea. warm fire Of welcome
already built, and already many, VINO were
As far out as You are, arc standing in it,
genial and Heavenly glow. The angels Of
Gods rescue are wading out. into the surf
to clutch your hand, and they know how
exhausted you are, and all the redeemed
prodlSals Of Heaven are on the bench with
new white robes to clothe all those who
come in on broken pieces Of the ship.
Ny sympathies arc for such all the more
because l was naturally slzeptical, disposed
to question every thing about this life and
the next and was in danger Of bsing furth-
er out to sea than any Of tho two hundred
and seventy-six in the Mediterranean
breakers, and was sometimes the annoy
ance Of my theological professor because I
asked % many questions. But l came in
on a plank. knew Christ was the Saviour
Of sinners, and that was = sinner, and
got ashore, and do no: propose to go out
on that sea again I have not for thir.
ty minutes discussed the controverted
points Of theology in thirty years And
during the rest OF my life / do net propose
to discuss them for thirty secondA
I would rather, in mud scow, try to
weather the worst cyclone that ever swept
up from ths caribbean than risk ny i'm
mortal soul in useless and perilous Discus
sions in which some of my brethren in tre
ministry are indul2ing They remand ne
Of Q company OF sailors standing on RIMS
gate pier head. from which the Ife-boats
are usually launched, and coolly discussing z
the different style Of oar-.ock5 and how
deep a boat ought to set in thu water, while
. hurricane was in full blast and there
are three steamers crowded with passen-
gers going 20 pieces in the ofllng. An old tar,
the muscles M his face working with uerv-
Gus excitement, cries out: This is no time
to discuss such things Man the Hfe-boat
Who will volunteer! Out with her into
the surf! Pull my Lads, pull for the wreck
Ha! ha! now We have them Lift them in
and lsy them down On the bottom Of the
boat Jack. you try to bring them to. Pvt
these fanne.s around their hands AMI feet,
and I will pull for the shore. God help
me! ThereI Landed! Huzza" When
there are so many struggling in the waves
OF sin and sorrow and wretchedness, let AL
else 60 but salvation for time and salvation
forever.
I bethink myself that there are some
here whose opportunity or whose life is a
mere wreck. and they have only 4 small
piece left. You started in your youth with
all sails set, and every thing promised a
grand voyage, but you have sailed in the
wrong direction or have foundered on a
rock YoU have only fragment of time
left. Then come in on that one plank.
''Soue or broken pieces OF the ship"
You admit that you are all broken up,
one decade of your life gone by, two de-
cad.s, three decades, four decades, or a
half century, perhaps three-quarters Of a
century gons. the hour hand and the
minute hand OF your clock of life are Al
most parallel. and soon it will be twelve
and ycur day ended. Clear discouraged.
ere youi / admit that it is sad th.ns to
give all Of your lives that are worth any
thing to sin and the devil. and then at last
to make Gcd q present of a Grst-rate
corpse But the past you can not recover.
Get on boari that Old ship. you never will.
Have you only one more year left, one
more Month, one more week. one Eore
day, one Clore hodr-co,ae in on that Per
hapS if you get to Heaven God may let you
so out on some great mission 10 some other
world, where you can somewhat atone fof
your lack Of service IN this.
From many a death-bed I have seen tho
hands thrown up in depiora:ioa somcthins g
like this: NY life mas been wastei. had
good mental faculties. ami fine social posi-
tion, ami great opportunity, but through
wo-ldiuess and great neglect all has goue
to waste save these few remaining hours.
/ now accept Of Christ, and shall enter
Heaven through His mercy; but alas!
alasi that whsn might have entered the
haven Of eternal rest with full cargo. and
been greeted by the waving hands Of a E,u.-
titude in whose salvation I had borne a
blessed part, must confess now enter the
harbor Of Heaven ON broken pieces Of tho
chip"